Post by Arcadia on Oct 22, 2011 19:33:56 GMT -4
Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti steps back and admires her handiwork. She had finally finished her One Night in Hell costume and she was proud of it. It had taken her forever to spray paint and finish the armor, but every hour was worth it, especially since she planned on using it again at Odicon in Baltimore next Easter. She had already tested the suit for mobility and freedom of movement. She had made sure that it was neither too heavy to perform her high flying technique in, nor too light to be crushed by a wild swing from another wrestler. The helmet was beautiful. Bright red, with the perfect green visor which was coated with a mirror finish so that not only could no one see inside while leave Katrina’s vision unobstructed, but the light would easily reflect off of the eye shield, perhaps blinding or at the very least distracting some of the greener wrestlers in the match on Sunday. Each piece of armor interlocked with one another like well oiled joints, giving The Hardcora Luchadora full range of motion and, at the same time, a badass look to go with her attitude.
Things were very different from last Thanksgiving, when Katrina, along with all the other women of Ayslum, had put on a ruthless showing for the fans and for Reginald, expressing their ire at being put into a pilgrims and Indians diva-style gimmick match. She had personally set Reginald on fire for the slight. But she had come to realize that the only person she had harmed by protesting it was herself. She watched from the outside now as another wrestler did the same with this costume Battle Royal. And now it had been changed to a title shot. If Arcadia had refused to wrestle, like last time, like Adam Young is doing now, she would have lost the chance for it. Even now, if she loses, she knows that she at least will get to take the chance and the opportunity without letting cheap pride get in the way. How can something be below her morals and standards anymore when it helps her on her ultimate goal of advancing herself to the top? The answer is it can’t. It’s not like it would have even if she was still the all-for-the-fans type girl that she used to be. No one was asking her to do anything underhanded. Even if they were, she would probably go along with it now, so long as it coincided with her plans. So she had gone all out on her costume, making up for last year’s mistake at the Thanksgiving match. She had jumped into it head first, and was actually extremely pleased with the results. She plans on going into the match the same way. All out, head first, just not head first over the top rope. All she had to do now was find a cooperative cameraman to shoot her promo.
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The scene opens to the silhouette of a woman, only viewable from the shoulders down and only the left half of her body. There is no background, just a soft lit black, as if filmed in a very large, open, dark room. Slowly, a light fades in and focuses, and the silhouette colors to reveal a woman in a light blue, spandex, full-body suit, with streamlined black sections that follow the lines of her body. The camera travels down the length of her leg to her calf and we watch as the woman’s hands come into the shot, snapping a golden shin guard into place, tightening the side buckle into the golden boot with a quick zip. The view pans to the left and we can she her right leg, where she repeats her actions to that boot at well. Suddenly, the familiar voice of Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti joins the scene, though we still cannot see the face of the speaker.
“We’ve all been preparing.”
The camera fades out and then in again on another close up, this time on a profile view of the female’s upper legs, from her knees to the small of her back. She lifts her left leg, closest to the camera, and rests her golden boot up onto a chair just outside the shot. Her hands come into view again as the woman snaps two pieces of metallic armor together, encasing her thigh in gold. As she does the same to her right thigh, we hear her speak again.
“We all have something at stake.”
With a snap, she finishes armoring her leg, places her foot back on the floor and the camera fades out once more. Quickly, the shot fades back in on the woman’s stomach and hips, where her hands are now buckling a thick golden belt over a shiny gold leotard. We can hear the chink of the buckle being driven home, followed by The Hardcora Luchadora’s voice drifting out of our television speakers.
“Every man for themselves.”
Again, there is a fade out and in at a new camera angle. Now, it is of the woman’s arm, outstretched from her body at a downward angle. She slides on an elbow length golden glove and snaps a full forearm guard onto her left triceps, encasing her lower arm from knuckles to elbow.
“The odds are against us all.”
She tightens the buckle, curling her fingers into her palm and twisting her wrist, giving us a glimpse of the back of her balled fist and a circular elbow guard that sticks out an inch or so past said joint before yet again, the camera fades out and in again, now on the right arm.
“The reward is more valuable than a simple win.”
She locks a huge green cannon onto her right forearm, with a massive series of clicks. It completely encases her hand, leaving the intimidating barrel of a plasma cannon in its place. While it will not shoot, it has been filed down so that the tip is flat and wide, making it easy to use for balance during high flying moves that usually require two hands. There is a green light filtering out of the barrel, mimicking a plasma ray. The camera fades out (you’re getting the point, right?) again.
When it fades back in, it is focused on the lady’s chest. The blue body suit travels up her neck as well, ending in an aerodynamic curve that follows the jaw line. Just visible is the woman’s chin and full lower lip, which moves as she speaks again, her hand snapping a large red breast plate onto her ribcage. There are triangular cut outs at each collar bone where a similar green light to the plasma ray glows through.
“For a title shot without brand restriction…”
The view goes black again for a second, coming back to color feed on a close up shot of the woman’s shoulders and back. Her short blonde curls are flattened and spring back as she lowers a set of large, round, shoulder pads onto her small frame. The golden circles that sit directly on her shoulders have gaps cut into them for arm movement, and look much bulkier than they actually feel.
“…Sacrifices must be made.”
The shot fades out and in again. We can see the top of the female’s head, bent down, with her hair obscuring her face. She fits a red helmet onto her head in one smooth sliding motion.
“Get ready to do Battle,”
The camera shot fades and when it returns, it is on an extreme close up of the eye shield on the red helmet. We can just make out the outline of Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti opening her eyes, the same electric green of the visor coloring her irises as she narrows them, looking intimidating. For the first time, The Hardcora Luchadora’s voice, made more dramatic by the difference, comes to us from the real time footage, and not a voice over track.
“Because you are all the sacrifices I need.”
The camera fades into the poster of One Night in Hell Pay Per View, and fades out for the last time.
Things were very different from last Thanksgiving, when Katrina, along with all the other women of Ayslum, had put on a ruthless showing for the fans and for Reginald, expressing their ire at being put into a pilgrims and Indians diva-style gimmick match. She had personally set Reginald on fire for the slight. But she had come to realize that the only person she had harmed by protesting it was herself. She watched from the outside now as another wrestler did the same with this costume Battle Royal. And now it had been changed to a title shot. If Arcadia had refused to wrestle, like last time, like Adam Young is doing now, she would have lost the chance for it. Even now, if she loses, she knows that she at least will get to take the chance and the opportunity without letting cheap pride get in the way. How can something be below her morals and standards anymore when it helps her on her ultimate goal of advancing herself to the top? The answer is it can’t. It’s not like it would have even if she was still the all-for-the-fans type girl that she used to be. No one was asking her to do anything underhanded. Even if they were, she would probably go along with it now, so long as it coincided with her plans. So she had gone all out on her costume, making up for last year’s mistake at the Thanksgiving match. She had jumped into it head first, and was actually extremely pleased with the results. She plans on going into the match the same way. All out, head first, just not head first over the top rope. All she had to do now was find a cooperative cameraman to shoot her promo.
~~~~~~
The scene opens to the silhouette of a woman, only viewable from the shoulders down and only the left half of her body. There is no background, just a soft lit black, as if filmed in a very large, open, dark room. Slowly, a light fades in and focuses, and the silhouette colors to reveal a woman in a light blue, spandex, full-body suit, with streamlined black sections that follow the lines of her body. The camera travels down the length of her leg to her calf and we watch as the woman’s hands come into the shot, snapping a golden shin guard into place, tightening the side buckle into the golden boot with a quick zip. The view pans to the left and we can she her right leg, where she repeats her actions to that boot at well. Suddenly, the familiar voice of Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti joins the scene, though we still cannot see the face of the speaker.
“We’ve all been preparing.”
The camera fades out and then in again on another close up, this time on a profile view of the female’s upper legs, from her knees to the small of her back. She lifts her left leg, closest to the camera, and rests her golden boot up onto a chair just outside the shot. Her hands come into view again as the woman snaps two pieces of metallic armor together, encasing her thigh in gold. As she does the same to her right thigh, we hear her speak again.
“We all have something at stake.”
With a snap, she finishes armoring her leg, places her foot back on the floor and the camera fades out once more. Quickly, the shot fades back in on the woman’s stomach and hips, where her hands are now buckling a thick golden belt over a shiny gold leotard. We can hear the chink of the buckle being driven home, followed by The Hardcora Luchadora’s voice drifting out of our television speakers.
“Every man for themselves.”
Again, there is a fade out and in at a new camera angle. Now, it is of the woman’s arm, outstretched from her body at a downward angle. She slides on an elbow length golden glove and snaps a full forearm guard onto her left triceps, encasing her lower arm from knuckles to elbow.
“The odds are against us all.”
She tightens the buckle, curling her fingers into her palm and twisting her wrist, giving us a glimpse of the back of her balled fist and a circular elbow guard that sticks out an inch or so past said joint before yet again, the camera fades out and in again, now on the right arm.
“The reward is more valuable than a simple win.”
She locks a huge green cannon onto her right forearm, with a massive series of clicks. It completely encases her hand, leaving the intimidating barrel of a plasma cannon in its place. While it will not shoot, it has been filed down so that the tip is flat and wide, making it easy to use for balance during high flying moves that usually require two hands. There is a green light filtering out of the barrel, mimicking a plasma ray. The camera fades out (you’re getting the point, right?) again.
When it fades back in, it is focused on the lady’s chest. The blue body suit travels up her neck as well, ending in an aerodynamic curve that follows the jaw line. Just visible is the woman’s chin and full lower lip, which moves as she speaks again, her hand snapping a large red breast plate onto her ribcage. There are triangular cut outs at each collar bone where a similar green light to the plasma ray glows through.
“For a title shot without brand restriction…”
The view goes black again for a second, coming back to color feed on a close up shot of the woman’s shoulders and back. Her short blonde curls are flattened and spring back as she lowers a set of large, round, shoulder pads onto her small frame. The golden circles that sit directly on her shoulders have gaps cut into them for arm movement, and look much bulkier than they actually feel.
“…Sacrifices must be made.”
The shot fades out and in again. We can see the top of the female’s head, bent down, with her hair obscuring her face. She fits a red helmet onto her head in one smooth sliding motion.
“Get ready to do Battle,”
The camera shot fades and when it returns, it is on an extreme close up of the eye shield on the red helmet. We can just make out the outline of Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti opening her eyes, the same electric green of the visor coloring her irises as she narrows them, looking intimidating. For the first time, The Hardcora Luchadora’s voice, made more dramatic by the difference, comes to us from the real time footage, and not a voice over track.
“Because you are all the sacrifices I need.”
The camera fades into the poster of One Night in Hell Pay Per View, and fades out for the last time.
